"Dear me, no! I'm much more clever than that. One day, with a few baskets of berries tucked under this noble right arm of mine, I walked to this house. I knocked at the door. A man let me in. He tied an apron about this waist. We actually canned these same berries which you are now eating as a frozen delicacy."
"You boys are altogether too smart," and Dee turned her back on Myron to accept a second dish of cream from Philip.
That didn't disturb Myron any, for he cakewalked back to the kitchen for more cream.
"Well, it was a fine exhibit for mere lads," Jack's father was heard to say on his way home; "If we could bring into this little village a few more men like our boys' Chief there would be no question about a boy's coming up all right. It makes me ashamed to think that we parents have left this work to an outsider."
"I feel," answered George's father, "that this man is a real 'insider'."
After all the guests had left The Chief's once again the boys formed their line and saluted the man.
"Is there nothing for us this winter, O Chief?" asked Albert.
"Plenty. We are going to have a beautiful winter, and next spring better work."
Laden with their trophies the boys reluctantly started for home. They stood in the road in front of The Chief's gate, and the moon shone down on seven happy, manly boys. The three cheers to The Chief arose clear and shrill on the still evening air. As it died away the boys seemed to melt into the shadows of the road.
The man stood motionless in his doorway until the last sound of the boys died away. Then he went back into the room to dream over the fire dreams for his boys.